My First Name Ain't Baby

I love quoting Janet Jackson. It’s not often I get to do it. I mean, I guess I could write a post about Nasty Boys, or Control, or even, What Have You Done For Me Lately, but nothing says it better than the title of this post, and nobody says it better than Janet Jackson.

I have been a bit emotional these last few days, you could blame it on that time of the month, or you could say that I have a hormonal imbalance, or you could be a total A-hole, and tell me not to worry my pretty little head about something like an election.

But don’t ever, ever, call me Sweetie.

I’m really surprised at our Democratic nominee. Maybe he thinks he’s home free, he’s got the delegates, he’s got more super delegates, he’s even got John Edwards. Does he think he doesn't need the support of women? John Edwards can vote at the convention, and his vote will count 10,000 more times than mine, and so can John Kerry, and Ted Kennedy, and George McGovern, but in the fall, John and Ted and George will only get to vote once, as I will, and I'm not voting for a guy who calls women he is not married to, sweetie.

Don’t call me baby, don’t call me mama, don’t call me sweetie, unless you’re married to me, don’t be so familiar, cause I don’t think you’re cute in your jeans, it does nothing for me.

You can call me MS. Tankwoman.

Go Hillary!!!!

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